I didn’t think I had ever seen her so angry or distressed before. She burst into Granny’s kitchen on a hot August evening. Her face was bright beetroot red and I saw the beads of sweat on her brow and upper lip. Her hair, untidy at the best of times, was now in total disarray. Most of it had escaped from the large bun and now hung in straggly tresses on her shoulders. She stormed, ‘Where’s that father of yours?’ Granny and I were surprised by her furious tone as she was normally so soft spoken. I replied, ‘I’ve no idea, Rosie. We thought he was with you.’ She glared at me. ‘And so did I. He was to be here for his tea and my mum has kept it hot for over two hours and now it’s spoiled.’ Granny was annoyed. ‘Och, he’s not to take a loan of you, Rosie. Give him his marching orders.’ This sympathy was the last thing she needed and she burst into tears, all her defiance gone. Granny nodded to me. ‘Go and make a cup of tea, Ann.’ And then she turned to Rosie. ‘Come and sit down and calm yourself.
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